Man’s pockets.
(They slept on wildes shoulder.)
“That is an ENTIRE cash register!”
What did I tell you? Man’s pockets.
“just fucking great.”
“None of us are hungry?”
“Alright. Time to head home.”
We head home. It’s still complete darkness.
“On second thought. No.”
(I wake up and shake pepper on Wilde. A LOT.)
“OkAy Fine. But don’t complain if all of us are dead in the morning.”
I throw another live chicken outside to check if the shadow hands are out there.
(I fix the power.)
“…you have electrical skills, why don’t you just become an electrician instead of being a 7/11 worker…”
“That thing LITERALLY got blown up by a grenade.”
clapping
“I have electrical fire magic… I can inflict shock burn.”
Ah yes, magic.
What are you talking about.
“…”
“It. Got. Blown up. By an EXPLOSIVE- y’know what?! I’m not even gonna question it anymore.”
from 6 blocks away
KEEP IT DOWN OVER THERE!
“We’re gonna be sleeping with the lights on because we know the threat is either outside or lurking in our house.”
IT’S AMAZING HOW GOOD YOUR HEARING IS!
“It’s not our fault the guy trying to get rid of the thing that could actively threaten our whole neighborhood ACCIDENTALLY broke the one thing containing it!”
“WITH AN EXPLOSIVE NONETHELESS”
“Screw this, I’m going to my tree.”